The radio unit. Yeah, I'm inside the radio unit as a Treasurer (am I still it? I dunno.) and a Producer. I got my own show BITCHES! Booyeah. The assistant producer is the gorgeous and tall Tyra Ali, the RJ is the cute and tiny Jocelyn Jayla and the sound tech is the middle-sized and affable Erin (don't know her last name yet). Pleasure to be working with ya ladies! Ok now that we've got the good things outta the way...
Our RJs have no training. Our sound techs have no training. Nuff said. Oh and we're a radio station that doesn't play music due to licensing issues. WE HAVE A BODY, BUT NO SOUL.
There's more stuff but nothing that serious to talk and whine about.
There was a bday on Sat 11 July. HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY JASPRIT. I went late with Hilman. Missed the cutting of the cake =( Still stayed over for the thing thou. Was a pretty great party, except for all the girls crying. Stuff happened, Daryl got his hair pulled, I got puke on my hands (it was all for a friend thou). Took some pretty good pics all around. That's about it!
Cheers.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Ok, I'm lazy. I know that.
YES! BACK TO SCH! WOOOOOOOOOOO HELL YEA!
And I'm also a liar.
So, now we're back in sch for our diploma term. We've got 4 modules, 3 new lecturers and 1 returning. Ms. Christal of Social Behavorial Studies, Mr. Naidu/Saul of Techniques of Professional Speaking & Writing, Ms. Hawabi of Humans & Mass Communication and Mr. Jailani of The Dynamics of Mass Communication. The four horsemen/women of the apocalypse. Pestilence, War, Death and Famine, repsectively.
OK. 3 assignments so far, 2 group projects, 1 solo. Solo has to do with performing arts. Mr. Saul said that we could use any sort of performing arts, for example: theatre, music, martial arts, etc. Oh yes, we also have to do a 5 min presentation on the topic. Visuals and live examples needed.
2 group projects... well I can't remember anything about them at this point in time so... whatever. Ms Hawabi still hasn't told us what we needed to do yet.
OK. Radio unit stuff. Apparently I'm a producer now! OMG! Yay! Yipee!
Damn. More work.
Anyways, I'm doing the Decoding Programme. It's essentially semiotics. I'm not sure if anyone will actually like listening to this, but YO. Whichever RJ's are assigned to this programme... my condolences. We got assistant producers to help out with the scripts and stuff, and I'm working with a charming lady called Tyra. Thank God she's nice. And a babe. Being a babe always helps. We're thinking of doing movies first, or perhaps giving the students a simple rundown of what Semiotics actually is.
OK. Gigs. A friend (Ben) and his band (RIDGE) of my friend (Jeff) are going to be performing somewhere this month. I wanna go snap some shots and listen to some more than decent music. Hella looking forward to this.
And I'm also a liar.
So, now we're back in sch for our diploma term. We've got 4 modules, 3 new lecturers and 1 returning. Ms. Christal of Social Behavorial Studies, Mr. Naidu/Saul of Techniques of Professional Speaking & Writing, Ms. Hawabi of Humans & Mass Communication and Mr. Jailani of The Dynamics of Mass Communication. The four horsemen/women of the apocalypse. Pestilence, War, Death and Famine, repsectively.
OK. 3 assignments so far, 2 group projects, 1 solo. Solo has to do with performing arts. Mr. Saul said that we could use any sort of performing arts, for example: theatre, music, martial arts, etc. Oh yes, we also have to do a 5 min presentation on the topic. Visuals and live examples needed.
2 group projects... well I can't remember anything about them at this point in time so... whatever. Ms Hawabi still hasn't told us what we needed to do yet.
OK. Radio unit stuff. Apparently I'm a producer now! OMG! Yay! Yipee!
Damn. More work.
Anyways, I'm doing the Decoding Programme. It's essentially semiotics. I'm not sure if anyone will actually like listening to this, but YO. Whichever RJ's are assigned to this programme... my condolences. We got assistant producers to help out with the scripts and stuff, and I'm working with a charming lady called Tyra. Thank God she's nice. And a babe. Being a babe always helps. We're thinking of doing movies first, or perhaps giving the students a simple rundown of what Semiotics actually is.
OK. Gigs. A friend (Ben) and his band (RIDGE) of my friend (Jeff) are going to be performing somewhere this month. I wanna go snap some shots and listen to some more than decent music. Hella looking forward to this.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
YES TERM BREAK!
Woooooooo.
Thank god exams are over. More free time to slack around, go swimming, practice on the harp, hang out, read books that I've bought but are now catching dust, and most importantly : WRITE.
Thank god exams are over. More free time to slack around, go swimming, practice on the harp, hang out, read books that I've bought but are now catching dust, and most importantly : WRITE.
Monday, May 25, 2009
APM, showdown at not-so-highnoon
Date: 25 May 2009, Time: 1545hrs, Location: F141/F147
First of three papers.
Are You Ready?
First of three papers.
Are You Ready?
Friday, May 22, 2009
Tempus Fugit
Time Flies, doesn't it. It's been 6 months since I started my course and I was thinking, 'Whoa, where the fuck did the last 6 months go?!' Now that I think about it, these past 21 years have certainly flew past in a flash. It's strange, you know, since years come and go almost unnoticed, but a day or a week usually seems like an eternity. Until it's gone as well, anyway.
So. Let's talk about death. It's pretty morbid, but it stuck in my head right now, so I figured the best way to get it out of there would be to write about it.
Last year while I was still in NS, a month before my ORD, I had to return to camp to do a dental checkup and make an appointment at Alexandra Hospital, becuase all 4 of my wisdom teeth were impacted and had to be extracted. I woke up pretty late that day and was rushing off, but my grandparents told me not to go at that time. I asked them why, since I'd be late if I didn't leave soon, but they just mumbled something and glanced at my neighbour's apartment. The first thing I noticed was that there were a lot of shoes outside, a lot more than usual. I didn't think too much of it, even when I could hear the old lady neighbour crying.
She was living there with her husband while the rest of their family was in another unit close by, like a 5 min walk.
I proceeded to the lift, pressed the button and waited. The crying got louder when their daugher/daugher-in-law, opened their door. She stepped out and stood at the side of it as a paramedic wheeled out a stretcher. Her husband was on it, covered with a sheet. Their daughter and her husband walked to me and asked if I could let them on the lift first. I said yes and could clearly see their eyes were red with tears. As the two of them entered the lift to hold the door open, the paramedics wheeled the stretcher past me and into the lift. I couldn't look away from the body, but when I made eye contact with the husband in the lift, I found that I had couldn't look him in the eyes. There was a sense of guilt in me, but I hadn't done anything wrong.
I rarely saw the old man, but I usually saw the old lady in the corridor. She was a nice old lady. Always greeted me with a smile.
Anyways, the rest of the family entered the next lift with me and one of the aunties were sobbing uncontrollably. After I exited the lift, I went on with my day.
Next were 2 events that happened in the month of November 2008. One is known world-wide and the other, not at all. I'd like to talk about the latter first.
My father's Union was organizing a Family Day event and I was supposed to help out with a car boot sale. Something like a flea market. We were going to sell books that belonged to my father. He said that he wanted to clear up some space, but in the end we didn't sell a single one at all. Pretty sad, considering we were out there in the hot sun for 5-6 hours. We ended up giving a few books to the daughter of one of my dad's friends. She actually liked thrillers by Grisham.
Anyways, a day or two after the boot sale, my dad got a call while watching TV. Apparently, one of his friends just passed away due to a heart attack. I remember him coming up to my dad and asking if we were selling Playboy or Penthouse. His stall was right next to ours as well, manned by his wife and 2 daughters. I didn't know him that well, but he was a funny guy.
The third and final event that I would like to talk about is the Mumbai Tragedy. Ms. Lo Hwei Yen, a Singaporean, was senselessly killed, along with hundreds of others. There's a ton of stuff that I would like to rant about regarding how fucking stupid we, as humans, are.. but I'll leave that for another post.
Ms. Lo is survived by a Mr. Michael Puhaindran. I've never met either of them before, but I've met their father, Mr. S.Puhaindran a few times when I was really young, mainly because my grandfather is good friends with him and the two of them were involved in the Marine Parade GRC. The old men were loud and most of them liked to smoke, but they wouldn't smoke in front of any of the kids.
I didn't know any one of them, not personally. But somehow, I feel like I should have known them. I'm pretty disappointed in myself, because I noticed them only after they passed on.
It's silly and naive, but that's the way I see it.
So. Let's talk about death. It's pretty morbid, but it stuck in my head right now, so I figured the best way to get it out of there would be to write about it.
Last year while I was still in NS, a month before my ORD, I had to return to camp to do a dental checkup and make an appointment at Alexandra Hospital, becuase all 4 of my wisdom teeth were impacted and had to be extracted. I woke up pretty late that day and was rushing off, but my grandparents told me not to go at that time. I asked them why, since I'd be late if I didn't leave soon, but they just mumbled something and glanced at my neighbour's apartment. The first thing I noticed was that there were a lot of shoes outside, a lot more than usual. I didn't think too much of it, even when I could hear the old lady neighbour crying.
She was living there with her husband while the rest of their family was in another unit close by, like a 5 min walk.
I proceeded to the lift, pressed the button and waited. The crying got louder when their daugher/daugher-in-law, opened their door. She stepped out and stood at the side of it as a paramedic wheeled out a stretcher. Her husband was on it, covered with a sheet. Their daughter and her husband walked to me and asked if I could let them on the lift first. I said yes and could clearly see their eyes were red with tears. As the two of them entered the lift to hold the door open, the paramedics wheeled the stretcher past me and into the lift. I couldn't look away from the body, but when I made eye contact with the husband in the lift, I found that I had couldn't look him in the eyes. There was a sense of guilt in me, but I hadn't done anything wrong.
I rarely saw the old man, but I usually saw the old lady in the corridor. She was a nice old lady. Always greeted me with a smile.
Anyways, the rest of the family entered the next lift with me and one of the aunties were sobbing uncontrollably. After I exited the lift, I went on with my day.
Next were 2 events that happened in the month of November 2008. One is known world-wide and the other, not at all. I'd like to talk about the latter first.
My father's Union was organizing a Family Day event and I was supposed to help out with a car boot sale. Something like a flea market. We were going to sell books that belonged to my father. He said that he wanted to clear up some space, but in the end we didn't sell a single one at all. Pretty sad, considering we were out there in the hot sun for 5-6 hours. We ended up giving a few books to the daughter of one of my dad's friends. She actually liked thrillers by Grisham.
Anyways, a day or two after the boot sale, my dad got a call while watching TV. Apparently, one of his friends just passed away due to a heart attack. I remember him coming up to my dad and asking if we were selling Playboy or Penthouse. His stall was right next to ours as well, manned by his wife and 2 daughters. I didn't know him that well, but he was a funny guy.
The third and final event that I would like to talk about is the Mumbai Tragedy. Ms. Lo Hwei Yen, a Singaporean, was senselessly killed, along with hundreds of others. There's a ton of stuff that I would like to rant about regarding how fucking stupid we, as humans, are.. but I'll leave that for another post.
Ms. Lo is survived by a Mr. Michael Puhaindran. I've never met either of them before, but I've met their father, Mr. S.Puhaindran a few times when I was really young, mainly because my grandfather is good friends with him and the two of them were involved in the Marine Parade GRC. The old men were loud and most of them liked to smoke, but they wouldn't smoke in front of any of the kids.
I didn't know any one of them, not personally. But somehow, I feel like I should have known them. I'm pretty disappointed in myself, because I noticed them only after they passed on.
It's silly and naive, but that's the way I see it.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Hot Shot Golf! Out of Bounds!
So. I'm watching my dad play that golf game on my ps3. He's using a chinese lady who's an action star that does her own stunts. It's the last hole and he's 5 over par, 18th place out of 40.
Oh well.
Decided to write a bit. To come up with some proper, solid stuff that I can build on. So far all I've got are : Princesses. Knights. Heroes. Magical jewel and sword. Fall of a kingdom. Ancient demon lord. Pride of a king. Promises between brothers. Impostors. Blood soaked blades. Steam powered machines. Seven-day war. Delivering happiness from the dead. Death from the hands of Man. Growing up. Lesbians.
Hmm. The last one seems out of place.
Oh well.
Decided to write a bit. To come up with some proper, solid stuff that I can build on. So far all I've got are : Princesses. Knights. Heroes. Magical jewel and sword. Fall of a kingdom. Ancient demon lord. Pride of a king. Promises between brothers. Impostors. Blood soaked blades. Steam powered machines. Seven-day war. Delivering happiness from the dead. Death from the hands of Man. Growing up. Lesbians.
Hmm. The last one seems out of place.
WHOA
First, non test, post of the blog! Nine months after the first test post! At least my update frequency has increased from 'Non-existant' to 'Once-Every-9-Months'. Huge improvement, in my eyes.
So...yeah.
Uh.
World Harmonica Festival! 2009! Hah. It's something like a 5 day event for harmonica geeks where there'll be concerts, workshops and a competition as well. Pretty cool, considering the WHF is once every four years. But it's gonna burn a $1000+++ dollar hole in my pocket and will probably ignite my pants as well.
So I'm thinking : WHF or camera accessories (telephoto/wideangle lens & a speedlite 580EX II)? But first I gotta get a job before I can even choose between the two... shit, it sucks to be broke.
So...yeah.
Uh.
World Harmonica Festival! 2009! Hah. It's something like a 5 day event for harmonica geeks where there'll be concerts, workshops and a competition as well. Pretty cool, considering the WHF is once every four years. But it's gonna burn a $1000+++ dollar hole in my pocket and will probably ignite my pants as well.
So I'm thinking : WHF or camera accessories (telephoto/wideangle lens & a speedlite 580EX II)? But first I gotta get a job before I can even choose between the two... shit, it sucks to be broke.
Monday, August 4, 2008
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